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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
UT,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.