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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.