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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Jandek,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.