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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.