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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.