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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.