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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.