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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.