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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.