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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.