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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.