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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.