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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.