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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Misunderstood 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Index,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.