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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.