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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.