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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
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.