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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.