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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.