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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.