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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.