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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.