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 the UAE 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.