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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.