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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.