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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.