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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.