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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.