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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.