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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.