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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.