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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.