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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.