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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Pole,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.