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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.