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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.