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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.