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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.