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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.