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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Names,
Liliput,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.