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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Television,
Hoover,
Franke,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.