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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.