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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.