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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.