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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.