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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Axelrod to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.