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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.