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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.