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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.