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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Index,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.