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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.