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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.