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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Wings,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.