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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
MC5,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.