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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Blancmange 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.