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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.