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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.