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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.