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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.