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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pop Group to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.