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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.