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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.