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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
ABC,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.