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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Swans,
Jandek,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.