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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Crime,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.