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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.