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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.