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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.