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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.