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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.