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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.