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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.