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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.