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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Talk Talk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.