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 China and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.