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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.