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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.