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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Organ,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.