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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Pole,
Mars,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.