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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Names,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.