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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Television,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.