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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.