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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.