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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.