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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.