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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.