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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.