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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.