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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.