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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.