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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.