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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.