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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.