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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.