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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.