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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.