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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.