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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Saints to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.