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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.