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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.