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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.