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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.