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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.