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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.