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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Scientists,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.