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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Y Pants,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.