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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.