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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
X-101,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.