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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.