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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.