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 Poland 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.