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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.