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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.