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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.