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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Television,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.