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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.