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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.