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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.