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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.