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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Can,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.