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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.