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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.