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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.