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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.