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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.