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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.