Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.