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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.