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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.