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 Turkey and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.