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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.