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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.