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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
the Association,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.