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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.