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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.