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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.