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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.