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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.