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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
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Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.