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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.