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 Belize and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.