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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.