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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.