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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.