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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.