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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.