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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.