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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.