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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.