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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.