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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.