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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Can,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.