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 New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Jeff Mills 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.