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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.