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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Unwound,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.