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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.