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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.