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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.