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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.