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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.