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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.