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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.