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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.