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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
UT,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.