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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Mars,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.