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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.