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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.