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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.