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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.