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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.