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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.