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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.