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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Television,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.