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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
MDC,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.