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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Rekid,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.