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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
10cc,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.