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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
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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.