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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Slits,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.