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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.