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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.