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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
PIL,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.