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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 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 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Mars,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.