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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.