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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.