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 France and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Gong,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.