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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.