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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.