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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.