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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.