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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.