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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.