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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.