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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.