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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.