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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.