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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.