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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
AZ,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.