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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.