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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.