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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.