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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.