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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.