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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.