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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.