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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.