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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.