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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.