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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s 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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.