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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.