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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.