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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.