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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.