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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.