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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.