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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.