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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Inner City,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.