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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.