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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.