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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.