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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.