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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.