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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.