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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Index,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Wire,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.