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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Deepchord 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.