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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
cv313,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.