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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
The Victims,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.