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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.