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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Index,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
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.