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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.