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 Ireland 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
DNA,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Pole,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.