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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.