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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.