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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.