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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.