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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.