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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.