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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Gong,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.