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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.