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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.