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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Organ,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.