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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.