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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Television,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.