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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Television,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.