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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Trojans to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.