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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.