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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.