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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Nico,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.