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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.