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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.