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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Gong,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.