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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Television,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.