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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.