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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.