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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.