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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.