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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Index,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.