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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.