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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.