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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
UT,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Saints,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.