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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Drexciya to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.