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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.