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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.