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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
UT,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.