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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.