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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.