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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.