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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.