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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.