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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.