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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.