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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.