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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 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 dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
the Association,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
JFA,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.