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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.