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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.