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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.