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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.