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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
X-101,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.