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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.