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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Scion,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.