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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Nico,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.