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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.