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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.