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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.