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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
MDC,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
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The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.