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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.