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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Television,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.