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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
the Swans,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Wings,
Neu!,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.