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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Monks,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.