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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
the Germs,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.