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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.