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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.