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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.