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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.