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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America 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 jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.