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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Organ,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.