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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 rhodes and an organ 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.