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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.