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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.