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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.