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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.