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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 DNA 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.