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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Excepter,
Brick,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.