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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.