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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.