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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.