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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Cluster,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.