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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.