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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.