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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
World's Most,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.