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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.