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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.