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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.