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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.