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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.