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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.