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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.