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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Can,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.