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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.