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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.