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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.