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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.