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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.