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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.