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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.