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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.