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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.