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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.