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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.