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 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.