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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.