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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.