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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.