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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.