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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Crime,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.