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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.