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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Desert Stars 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.