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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.