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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.