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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.