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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Television,
Black Moon,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.