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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.