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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Q65,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.