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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Max Romeo 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Index,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.