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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.