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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.