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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rekid 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Slave,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.