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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.