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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pole,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.