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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
MDC,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.