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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.