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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.