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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.