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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.