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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.