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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.