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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.