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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Japan,
Rakim,
Television,
Index,
Organ,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.