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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.