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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.