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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.