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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.