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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.