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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.