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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.