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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.