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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.