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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.