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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.