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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.