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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.