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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.