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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.