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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.