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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.