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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.