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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.