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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
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.