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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.