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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.