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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.