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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.