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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.