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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.