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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.