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 Belize and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.