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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Slave,
cv313,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.