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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Cameo,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.