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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.