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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.