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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.