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 Poland and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.