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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.