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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.