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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.