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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
Negative Approach,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.