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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.