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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.