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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Slave,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.