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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.