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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.