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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.