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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.