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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.