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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.