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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.