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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brick,
Index,
Franke,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.