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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.