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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Index,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.