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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.