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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.