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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Goldenarms 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Magma,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Brick,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.