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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.