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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.