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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Technova to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Index,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.