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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.