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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.