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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.