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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.