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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
DNA,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.