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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.