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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.