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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.