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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.