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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.