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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.