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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.