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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.