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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.