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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.