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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.