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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
UT,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.