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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.