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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.