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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.