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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.