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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.