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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Tremeloes 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Wings,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.