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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.