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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.