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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.