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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.