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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.