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 Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.