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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.