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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.