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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.