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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.