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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.