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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.