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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.