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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.