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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.