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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
PIL,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.