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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Monks,
UT,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.