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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.