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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.