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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.