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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Q65,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.