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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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.