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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.