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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.