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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.