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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.