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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.