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 Canada 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.