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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.