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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.