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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.