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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.