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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.