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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.