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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.