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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.