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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Index to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.