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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.