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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.