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 Samoa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.