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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.