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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.