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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.