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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Mars,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.