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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.