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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.