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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.