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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.