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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.