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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Can,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.