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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.