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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Scion,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.