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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.