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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 JFA to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
The Index,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Index,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.