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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.