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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.