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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.