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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.