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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.