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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Television,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.