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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.