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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.