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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.