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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.