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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.