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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.