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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.