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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.