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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.