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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane 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 crunk 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Make Up,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.