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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.