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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.