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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.