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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Association 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
The Fall,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.