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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.